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Aboard the Yashuman II...

Commander Vandione was quietly going over the ship's logs when his tactical officer approached from behind. "Sir." The Tactical officer said, as he handed the Commander a somewhat thick folder. The Commander nodded, and placed it on the console, opening it up, and perusing the contents.

EVE had finished her analysis of all the docked vessels at the space station, one vessel was flagged in particular, although it wasn't a confirmed match, power signatures, design parameters, and any applicable markings were a suspected match.

Vandione made a face, and then turned the page. "Kingdom of Asylia... carried out an attack against Molecay. No confirmed losses, but intelligence says there's a potential total war factor." His eyes widened. "By the gods, If this is correct... We've just been handed an Asylian ship on a silver platter. We have to notify fleet."

The commander snapped the folder closed, and then turned back to his tactical officer.

"What do we have?" Vandione asked.

"Two companies, sir, plus an Adepts company. Three in total. We could pull from reserves, but that could put our security in jeopardy." The Tactical officer replied.

Vandione shook his head.

"No, take the two companies, and the adepts company, and seize that ship. Identify it's passengers, and seize them at all costs. Intelligence will want them for interrogation. We need them alive!"

"Ad Victoriam, sir!" The Tactical officer called out.

Vandione sighed, and leaned against the console.

"All hands, action stations!" He called out, as lights dimmed, shifted to red.

"All hands, prepare damage control, Second platoon prepare to repel boarders!"


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Like a well oiled machine, the Aschen cruiser began to go to high alert, alarms blaring across the board as it's Marine strike teams armed up. The first waves were ready in five minutes, suiting up, checking their gear, and arming themselves.

Quickly, they began to pour out of the Yahsuman II's airlocks at platoon strength. Their footfalls were overpowering, dozens, no Hundreds of Aschen marines were moving down the hallway to the security checkpoint, behind them, the deafening footfalls of the Aschen Adepts of War followed.

"Safeties off, weapons free!" A Marine lieutenant called out, as roughly six squads of Aschen Marines, and two squads of War Adepts moved towards the airlock where the Asylian vessel was docked.

The rest approached the checkpoint, they did not look like they intended to stop.